Tides of Dirt

I. (or.. to be swallowed) these trees are my thousand hands reaching to the sky ive crossed galaxies in my third eye and i have the blueprints to everything that your life could have been and never shall be. next. II. (or.. everything went to his head) loving everything simultaneously and nothing at all i am once, always, and never occuring i live in the sea of misery and swim in the stars at the same time i breathe and breach life and i am the inevitable miracle i mean catastrophe i am laziness muscles atrophied "everything stands still" the volcano erupting in antarctica the polar arms in the sahara (with me) you get songs of loneliness being played in a crowded room III. (or.. and in the end) oh those ancient roots have become his intestines or vice versa. he is the hills rivers are his capillaries terraphagia only reversed he laughs at them via trees and wind